The rope trembles in her hands
She's sure she can no longer stand...
Along the graveyard, I walk
Only to myself, I talk...
Stop me from doing this
stop me from lying...
Too deep to hurt,
yet too painful to ignore...
As we slept that Sunday night
Something bad happened to you...
Should i cut my wrists
should i buy some drugs...
Her eyes are wide, she can't believe what she sees
Her mouth is open, amazed at what she's done...
Broken Hearts.
Pouring Tears...
17 new problems
17 new pains...
Feeble and frail
Another mind it had to bend...
I cant keep running, my love,
I'll have to face it soon...
Life as it seems to fade away
falling further with each day...